'It's OK. I was just foolin. That wouldn't be fair, would it?' 'No, of course, of course not. How could it be? How could it ever be?' 'B...t fuck, fuck bitch, I really love those buds, like chocolate rose buds, the Hershey candies. Everyone's had those at one time or another. Am I right?' She didn't want to entertain my inane talk and tried to shut down the thread.Page 17. 'Yup, just like rose buds.' I gloated again. 'And I really would love to have them.' 'But. Next, I puton the skirt; it was very tight, and very short. The blouse barelyreached the waistband of the skirt, so there was no way I could tuck itin. It was also very low cut; the top button was still below my cleavageand barely covered my bra. Lastly, I put on the jacket, which alsobarely touched the skirt and only buttoned up to enhance my alreadyextensive bust. I went into the bathroom and fixed my hair into a bun,put on some red lipstick, and red press on nails that she left for me,and. Several times when we were standing at a bar and a stool vacated next to us, she would reach down, slide one hand under my buttocks and lift me effortlessly off the floor to place me on the empty stool, much to the amusement of the others in the bar and to my embarras- sment. When I would plead with her to be a little more discreet, she would laugh and ask me what I thought I could do about it, and I could only lapse into helpless silence. Finally my savings gave out and, when my landlord was. .. ?" He looks around shocked at my question."I have my ways." I frown darkly at him."It is a silencer." He admits reluctantly. "Scrambles any long range listening devices." He wipes his face with the back of his shirt.I finally decide that he is telling me the truth and sit down at the table. "So you have been hiding here from the evil empire for twenty years. Raising a family and not talking to anyone. You do realize that is incredibly messed up?"Rich looks at me in shock, then he starts to.